At this time, Feng Fuce had already rushed back to the Xiuluo Guard under the veil of night.
As soon as he returned, he asked the guard, "Has anyone been here just now?"
The guards looked at each other and shook their heads, "No one has visited."
Feng Fuce nodded faintly, "Understood."
He lightly twisted his sleeve and walked inside.
It seemed he returned just in time; the little rascal hadn’t come yet.
Chu Ping dragged the injured boy inside.
Perhaps along the way, the boy struggled fiercely; his left foot was already injured, a bloody mess.
After the dragging and bumping, the dripping blood became more conspicuous.
Feng Fuce heard the boy’s suppressed, painful breathing.
He frowned and turned his head to see Chu Ping panting, trying hard to hang the boy on the punishment rack.
Feng Fuce spoke coldly, "What are you doing?"
Chu Ping paused, "He spoke disrespectfully to the Marquis, was he not brought here for a session of severe punishment?"
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips tightly, a cold glint flashed in his dark and deep eyes.
"I brought him back because he’s the only survivor from that village."
"Ah, this..." Chu Ping scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Then how should we handle him?"
Feng Fuce slightly furrowed his brow, "Take him to the back hall and get someone to treat him, lest he dies before I can present him to the court."
The boy angrily cursed, "You heartless man with so many blood debts!"
Feng Fuce couldn’t be bothered with him; Chu Ping timely grabbed a rag to gag him, then bound his hands and feet, hoisting him onto his back.
"Rest assured, Marquis, I will take him away immediately!" After saying this, Chu Ping left briskly.
Feng Fuce sat on a chair, and when he raised his thin eyes, he noticed that the dark prison floor was stained with blood.
Those normally mundane presences suddenly felt somewhat unsightly to him.
Feng Fuce waved, calling over two Xiu Luo Envoys, "Clean up the bloodstains on the floor."
The Xiu Luo Envoys were taken aback.
Not only that, the young boy glanced sideways to see several prisoners, barely clinging to life, held in a few cells.
He gestured, "Take them away temporarily, don’t leave them here."
This utterly puzzled both of his subordinates.
They exchanged glances, both finding it strange.
What was wrong with the Marquis today?
The Brocade Armor Shura Guard, known for its bloody atmosphere, was inherently a place of imprisonment and punishment. Why would the Marquis give such instructions?
Seeing their confusion, Feng Fuce explained calmly, "Today is a festival; I don’t want to see anything ominous."
The Xiu Luo Envoys suddenly realized.
Although they found it odd, they no longer hesitated and quickly complied.
Apparently, that wasn’t enough; Feng Fuce then lit all the lamps and candles.
Finally, the once grim and terrifying Xiuluo Guard became a well-lit place.
Feng Fuce, with his hands behind his back, finally raised his eyebrows slightly, satisfied.
This time, when the little rascal comes, perhaps they won’t be afraid anymore?
Bai Zhi’er was squatting by the palace road, robbing the "passing" orange cat Dahua.
"Dahua, why is there a little purple flower stuck to your fur, did you especially bring it for us?"
The little one pinched the nape of the orange cat’s neck.
Forced to halt, Dahua meowed innocently.
Qingmei covered her mouth, secretly laughing.
This cat scurrying around the palace every day probably didn’t know where it caught the flower either.
Bai Zhi’er beamed as he picked the purple flower off, "Dahua, I wish you prosperity, and may you continue to be our little kitty in the coming year! I’ll take this flower as a New Year’s gift from you, Zhi’er accepts it!"
With that, the little one tried hard to hug the round and chubby orange cat.
Just about to kiss its furry cat head, suddenly remembered their father’s advice.
"Dahua, are you a boy kitty or a girl kitty?"